Monday, February 28, 2005
Attention Evil Powers that Be
Per your request I'm officially changing my name. Since my station in life has been so drastically altered (without my consent or knowledge I might add) it is necessary to adopt a more accurate appellation.
Henceforth I will be:
Joe Btfsplk is very simply the world's biggest jinx. He walks around with a perpetually dark rain cloud a foot over his head. Once he appears on any scene, dreadfully bad luck befalls anyone in his vicinity.
Though well-meaning and gentle, his reputation inevitably precedes him, so Joe is a very lonely and feared little man.
He is also a character with an apparently unpronounceable name, but creator Al Capp pronounced Btfsplk with a "raspberries" sound, also known as a "Bronx cheer."
That just about sums it up.
PS: You can get off my case any time.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Death by Dehydration
I thought everything had returned to normal and I could get back in the swing of regular blogging, but…
However, in light of the Terry Schaivo situation, I had to take a moment and post this information I ran across at Res Publica. I haven't seen much written about the specifics of death by starvation and dehydration, and if anyone is still on the fence regarding the issue of removing Terry Schaivo's feeding tube this is an unnerving description.
"Since the people to whom this is done generally can't communicate, we mostly don't know what they actually experience. But in at least one case we do: that of a young woman who had her tube feeding stopped for eight days and lived to tell the tale.
"At age 33, Kate Adamson collapsed from a devastating stroke. She was diagnosed as likely to develop a persistent vegetative state (PVS) but was actually "locked in"-that is, she was completely awake and aware but unable to communicate.
"The agony of going without food was a constant pain that lasted not several hours like my operation did, but several days. You have to endure the physical pain and on top of that you have to endure the emotional pain. Your whole body cries out, "Feed me. I am alive and a person, don't let me die, for God's sake! Somebody feed me."
"Moreover, although Adamson was not deliberately dehydrated-she was constantly on an IV saline solution-she still had horrible thirst:
"I craved anything to drink. Anything. I obsessively visualized drinking from a huge bottle of orange Gatorade. And I hate orange Gatorade. I did receive lemon flavored mouth swabs to alleviate dryness but they did nothing to slake my desperate thirst.
Read the whole thing.